Heather looked around as
if to see if anyone else was in the library. The she leaned in close. “I’ve
been thinking about what Ms. Welch said about the witch and I was wondering if
you had any books about how to protect oneself from a curse.”
“You don’t really believe in that stuff, do
you?” asked Elise.
Heather shook her head.
“I didn’t used to, but now, it’s just too much of a coincidence. All these bad
things are happening to people who are related to the founding families. It’s
creepy and even if it’s not true, doing something to protect myself won’t hurt
will it. Just a little magic maybe?”
“Magic should never be
played with,” scolded Elise, catching herself she smiled. “I’m just teasing.
Look, I have some books on spells in nonfiction. I doubt they’ll help, but they
might give you some piece of mind.”
“I just want my colors to
come out correctly,” said Heather. “I’m refusing to color any more of the
founding family’s hair until I know it’s safe.” Heather bit her lip. “But I
have to confess, since Pammy won with her that color last night, my phone has
been ringing off the hook. Everyone wants a rainbow of colors. I’m booked
solid. Just no founding families. They’ll come in wanting purple and walk out
with puke green. I can’t have that.”
Elise bristled knowing
that Cage hadn’t been exaggerating about Heather’s beauty salon being booked
and that Pammy, had indeed, won for her unique hair color. She fought the urge
to curse Heather’s own hair to fall out. Instead she plastered on a smile.
“You’ll find what you’re looking for in nonfiction, section 133.4.”
Heather grabbed Elise’s
hands and gave them a squeeze. “Thank you so much.”
As Heather hurried to the
back of the library where the nonfiction books started, Rosemary appeared by
Elise’s side.
“Still believe this won’t
all backfire on you?” whispered Rosemary.
Elise made her way to the
back room and started to sort books that needed to be re-shelved so Heather
wouldn’t hear her.
“I’ve got Heather scared,
don’t I?” she asked with a sly smile.
“Yeah, but her business
is booming, even without the founding families,” countered Rosemary. “There are
enough people in this town to make her salon thrive, she’s hardly going to feel
the effects of the curse.”
Elise crossed her arms. “What
would you have me do? I can’t just stop a curse.”
Rosemary put a gently
hand on Elise’s arm. “You can this one. This town had down well for Apple Hill
and the valley you love. They have earned your forgiveness and you have earned
the right to stop being angry.”
“I wish you would stop,”
snapped Elise.
“But I only just got
here,” said Cage from the doorway. He looked at Rosemary. “And who is this?”
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